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"
I
’
ll
tell
you
when
I
know
.
Schemes
are
like
fruit
,
they
require
a
certain
ripening
.
Right
now
,
I
have
a
mind
to
ride
through
the
streets
and
take
the
measure
of
this
city
.
"
Tyrion
rested
his
hand
on
the
head
of
the
sphinx
beside
the
door
.
"
One
parting
request
.
Kindly
make
certain
no
harm
comes
to
Sansa
Stark
.
It
would
not
do
to
lose
both
the
daughters
.
"
Outside
the
council
chamber
,
Tyrion
nodded
to
Ser
Mandon
and
made
his
way
down
the
long
vaulted
hall
.
Bronn
fell
in
beside
him
.
Of
Timett
son
of
Timett
there
was
no
sign
.
"
Where
’
s
our
red
hand
?
"
Tyrion
asked
.
"
He
felt
an
urge
to
explore
.
His
kind
was
not
made
for
waiting
about
in
halls
.
"
"
I
hope
he
doesn
’
t
kill
anyone
important
.
"
The
clansmen
Tyrion
had
brought
down
from
their
fastnesses
in
the
Mountains
of
the
Moon
were
loyal
in
their
own
fierce
way
,
but
they
were
proud
and
quarrelsome
as
well
,
prone
to
answer
insults
real
or
imagined
with
steel
.
"
Try
to
find
him
.
And
while
you
are
at
it
,
see
that
the
rest
have
been
quartered
and
fed
.
I
want
them
in
the
barracks
beneath
the
Tower
of
the
Hand
,
but
don
’
t
let
the
steward
put
the
Stone
Crows
near
the
Moon
Brothers
,
and
tell
him
the
Burned
Men
must
have
a
hall
all
to
themselves
.
"
"
Where
will
you
be
?
"
"
I
’
m
riding
back
to
the
Broken
Anvil
.
"
Bronn
grinned
insolently
.
"
Need
an
escort
?
The
talk
is
,
the
streets
are
dangerous
.
"
"
I
’
ll
call
upon
the
captain
of
my
sister
’
s
household
guard
,
and
remind
him
that
I
am
no
less
a
Lannister
than
she
is
.
He
needs
to
recall
that
his
oath
is
to
Casterly
Rock
,
not
to
Cersei
or
Joffrey
.
"
